Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Bee Carter is no longer torn between
her handsome billionaire and her tattooed bad-boy biker. After enjoying
mind-melting, world-tilting sex and experiencing the pleasure of waking in her
man's arms, she has finally made her choice.

Or has she?

A violent early morning confrontation
pits biker against billionaire and results in a shocking proposal: the
discarded man is willing to overlook Bee's wild night with his rival in order
to win her love. He will sacrifice his pride, his heart, and everything he
holds dear to have her.

Bee is unmoved by the offer … until
the man she's chosen encourages her to accept.

Now Bee is yet again faced with an
impossible decision: Does she pursue the man she craves, who has rejected her
love, or does she settle for the man who will do anything for her?

“Don’t leave the club until I get there,” Hawke answers on the
second ring, sounding as unhappy as I feel.

“Will that be soon?” I sink into one of Nicolas’s guest
chairs, the seat deliciously soft and welcoming, tempting me to stay in this
office forever. “Because I don’t like it here,” I whisper, covering my lips
with my hand.

“Did you see something that made you uncomfortable?” Hawke’s
voice roughens.

“I can’t see anything at all,” I confess. “It must be
supermodels-drink-free night. Everyone is abnormally tall.”

This doesn’t draw the expected chuckle. My military man is
unnervingly serious. “Is that all?”

“No.” I prop my aching foot on the other guest chair. My
beautiful Louboutins are scuffed. I rub the dirt off the black leather.
“Someone stomped on my foot, the one with the damaged toenail. I’ll lose it for
certain now, and then I won’t be able to wear sandals for the rest of the
summer.”

There’s a pause and I realize what I’ve done. I’m whiny about
losing toenails and he’s dealing with one of his life-threatening FUBAR
situations.

“Are you safe?” I press the cool phone case against my heated
skin. “Do you need help? I can borrow a laptop or tablet from Nicolas and look
at surveillance footage for you.” I wouldn’t ever have to leave the office.

“Nicolas has done enough for one night.” Hawke is angry and I
don’t know why. “You were the center of attention. Everyone was watching you.”

What the hell did Mack tell him?

“It wasn’t a sexy type of attention,” I explain. “They were
judging Cyndi and me harshly. Angel made a scene. I tried to run, but Nicolas
wouldn’t allow me to escape.” I take a deep breath, dreading my military man’s
reaction to the rest of the story. “He offered me a billion dollars to have sex
with him.”

“And you refused because you’re not that type of girl,” Hawke
replies. He hasn’t called me love or sweetheart, not once during our conversation.
I’m the person he’s furious with, and I don’t know how to fix us.

“That’s not why I refused.” I’m a pervert. If Hawke had
offered me a billion dollars, I would have taken it, been his prostitute for
the evening.

But we won’t ever play those kinky games. He doesn’t have any
money to spare.

Hawke sighs. “I’ll get there as soon as I can, Belinda.” He
ends the call without uttering another word.

When do you let go of love? When your loved one has sex with
another person? Moves in with her/him? Marries your rival? Has a baby with
her/him? At what point do you say ‘I have to let him/her go, move on, allow
this love to fade?’

Sinful Rewards is a love triangle. Bee, an exhibitionist
heroine, is torn between a billionaire with a dark secret and a bad boy biker.

In Sinful Rewards 7, Bee has sex with one of these hunky
men. Does this mean she won’t find happiness with the other hero?

If you asked me this at the end of that story, I would have
said ‘Yes, she’s chosen her man. There’s no going back. She’s fully committed.’
While writing Sinful Rewards 8, I began to have doubts.

The man Bee didn’t have sex with won’t let her go. He
pursues her, tells her that what she did last night is history, forgotten. They
can start again, save their relationship. He hasn’t reached the point where
he’ll walk away from her.

Bee is aware of this. She knows that door hasn’t been
closed, permanently locked. Yes, she believes she has made her choice but, in
the back of her mind, she realizes both of the men continue to be options. She
can change her decision.

I’ve only been in love with one man, my dear wonderful
hubby. If he hadn’t loved me back, had begun dating another person (ouch), I
might have let him go but I doubt I would have ever gotten over him. I would
have always had hope that he’d come back to me. (This is all a guess. I don’t
know how I truly would have reacted. Maybe I would have turned stalker on him.
Who knows?)

When I was in ‘like’ with the previous guys I dated, I
walked away from them when they started dating someone new. That was my line in
the sand. I didn’t want to interfere with their relationships with these other
women, to be the reason it didn’t work out between them. I waited for a few
men, knowing the women were all wrong for them and their relationships wouldn’t
last, but I didn’t try to speed the process or otherwise mess with their
relationships.

Have you ever let go of love? At what point did you walk
away, deciding it wasn’t meant to be?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CYNTHIA SAX lives in a world filled
with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say “I love you,”
they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They
play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers
himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world
together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places
such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
Please visit her on the web at www.CynthiaSax.com.

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I live in beautiful Durban, South Africa. My love for writing started in the 5th grade but I've only now had the time and patience to complete my first novel. I wish to continue for many years, even when I have retired to a tiny lake-side cottage in the mountains somewhere :)